Disclaimer: I do not own Batman.
Initial Meetings
Dick yawned widely and calmly padded to the small intercom next to his door, "Alfred, do you know why there is someone spying on me?"
Dick kicked off a navy blue blanket that was clinging to his foot and leaned heavily against the wall. He needed a vacation. Or at least an ice pack.
"Spying on you, Master Richard? And welcome home, though I do suggest you take advantage of the front door next time you visit."
Dick threaded his long fingers through his hair and brushed it off his forehead to get a good look at a purpling bruise he didn't quite remember getting. "Thanks Alfred. And yeah, spying. From the air ducts. Right before I face planted on the bed last night I kept thinking in the back of my head 'Tim' –and something about waking up with a make-up-marker combo smeared all over my face." He yawned widely and left the intercom on speaker. Dick chose to ignore Alfred's comment about the front door. Some things were too far ingrained in him to change. Also, the window on the third story was a much closer entrance to his old bedroom.
With a sleepy stumble he grabbed a handful of the blanket pooled on the floor and shuffled a distance from the wall. The messy sheeted bed beckoning his return was looking a lot friendlier than the cold wooden floors.
"I see." Came Alfred's dried voice, "And if not Master Timothy, then who, Master Richard?"
Dick paused and squinted up at the ceiling, as if he could actually see through the material to get a good look at the observer, "Now I'm thinking smaller, which is interesting because I do seem to remember Bruce telling me he wanted to talk to me about some 'new changes in his life'."
"Yes," He admitted, "I seem to recall that as well."
"Last time he said that I lost the privilege of being an only child. Would that 'new change' happen to be a small boy with black hair and a Bruce-declared lack of self-preservation instincts?" Dick closed his eyes and listened for fidgeting.
"You can't possibly have known any of that! You can't even see me!"
Dick smiled. "Lucky guess. Are you going to come down now?"
"No."
"Don't get upset now," Alfred piped in, "Master Dick has been almost certainly spying on the Manor, or else invading Master Bruce's private files. Again."
"What? Can't I just be perceptive?"
No one answered.
"Are you planning on staying up there all day?"
Dick flopped back on to his bed and closed his eyes. "I'm Dick Grayson, by the way."
"I know who you are, Nightwing."
He peeled open an eye and frowned. "Alright kid, that's enough. Get down."
"I told you not to call me that." The voice threatened.
"Then give me something else to call you."
The voice hesitated. "Damian."
Dick snorted and stretched out spread-eagle, "Alright, Damian no-last-name, I'm going to eat some chow. Don't break your neck on my floor."
Clearly affronted, Damian banged the inside of the vent. "Don't insult my abilities.
"Fine. Just watch out for–"
I am perfectly capable of navigat–"
"Are you okay?"
"…Breathe one word of this to my father, and I'll kill you."
I love the Dick-Damian, Batman-Robin team so much… darn you, reboot!
Anyway, please feel very, very free to leave a review. Also, any cool one-shot ideas or advice about Dick and Damian one-shots are welcomed to be received by me if you want me to type it up for this fic (=
-KydChyme